On Suicide: from MARTIAL. BY MR. SEWELL.
When all the blandishments of life are gone,
The coward creeps to death, the brave lives on.
A Dialogue between two very bad Poets. BY MR. CONCANEN.
Says Richard [E] to Joe,[F] thou’rt a very sad dog,
And thou canst write verses no more than a log;
Says Joseph to Dick, prithee, ring-rhyme, get hence:
Sure my verse, at least, is as good as thy sense.
Was e’er such a contest recorded in song?
The one’s in the right, and the other’s not wrong.